Author: John Berryman

The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who’s there? €”Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on […]

God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, With a thatch of hair on his head In the beginning. Henry […]

Bats have no bankers and they do not drink And cannot be arrested and pay no tax And, in general, […]

His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung’s too came, came and crampt & then That dragoner’s mother […]

Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda In a land no crueller, and over the walls To domes & […]

I miss him. When I get back to camp I’ll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, Can’t […]

Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 Was Henry’s gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They […]

‘NO VISITORS’ I thumb the roller to And leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the […]

Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: A stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed Inside […]

All we were going strong last night this time, The mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris Were downing, supine […]